nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

hiding from the rain

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

or never left

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i understand

Style

i was tempted to lie about my name

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

kind of mythopoesis

no like which do people call me

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

whats your name?

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

like magnets

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

no longer writing in the third person

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

your feed looks like my tumblr

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

god being the centre magnet

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine