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.

currently

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Rain, starting

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I am below everything.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt