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

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

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

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

kind of mythopoesis

yes

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

December 2025

2 (actually index). two is company

...

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

this will be about a slug

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

or never left

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

fw

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

all that is to say

idk

i really havent

division of reality is straying away from it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.