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  • who goes there, traveler?

    date: 01/27/2025

    mood: idk

    (-_-)/

    this is an indefinite and very incomplete list of my muses (other than the Mind Field): bodies of water, old videos taken on digicam, everything Damian Ojeda has ever been a part of (Sadness, Comforting, etc.), things my friends say, things my friends make, Zamyatin, Labatut, Bolaño, wires, overgrown buildings and the writing that's usually on them, rural places, clearings in a forest, devices released between 2004 and 2009 (like the Nokia Megapixel or LG's VX-8000), the spikey-haired and spunky "teenage older brother/sister" archetype of the early 2000s, whom a younger, wide-eyed sibling might alternately loathe or look up to, my monthly playlists, things that dwell in lagoons, religion as commodity, the modern lack of acts of God

    date: 1/20/2025

    mood: i'm blue today

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    let's all go down to the creek

    date: 01/14/2025

    mood: jkklajfejsjf

    my coffee tastes dooky ass today :/

    I have an instagram collection called psyclone, and I reference it more than any other of my digital archives. I have a lot of visual materials saved on other platforms, especially my pinterest and google drives - but this collection, although it's my most recent, is my personal favorite right now. In the past I've used Youtube playlists to collect video but i find that instagram allows me to find more obscure shit, especially in short-form. I have recently realized that short-form content is fire. A short-form video is kind of like a poem, as opposed to long-form content whose parallel might be closer to epics or prose. I love video so much. I really think videos are dreams somehow. Below is an example of something i'd save to psyclone, it's from the account @digicamvids.

    date: 01/27/2025

    mood: jkklajfejsjf

    meowwwww

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    even more words will be written here

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