to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos


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.

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.

i really havent

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

Rain, starting

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

...

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Lift Analysis

Slug

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

wait what is that

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression