kind of mythopoesis
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not so on: yvf(wthw)
division of reality is straying away from it
the site i am dreaming
no longer writing in the third person
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
like first name
magnetises a pin
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
what do you mean
i dont understand magnetisation