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

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

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

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.


that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

autonomy of learning

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

no like which do people call me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

fw

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

December 2025

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

yeah