After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting



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13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

"Put a blanket."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

Style


hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49



"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet


it is hopeful

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.

i see a website

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46