Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful. 

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
"Put a blanket."

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