There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
that looks like my instagram account
really i want the internet
bro i read nothing in my life
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
December 2025
or never left
the site i am dreaming