After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

your feed looks like my tumblr

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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Better Lift

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I Write Goodbye Letter

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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