what do you think my name is
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
Today I felt like starting
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
but really the thing should be autonomous
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
no longer writing in the third person
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
December 2025
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class