Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Better Lift

Better Lift

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

yes

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me


isaac

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Today I felt like starting

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

13, H, grate

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