but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thank you, Jack
really i want the internet
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
kind of mythopoesis
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
hello reader,
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i really havent
December 2025