god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

kind of mythopoesis

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

Rain, starting

i see a website

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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

13, H, grate

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


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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

currently

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.