fall out of the world, backwards into space

So, yeah! Good morning (because it's always morning somewhere.)

stand for a minute in the stream
skip over rocks and into space
whistle a melody toward the sun in radio waves

repeat and let it fill the air
and someday when you'll be undone
a library will play it to a friend of mine

I'm not Joni Smith, but I am ijo Toki, if only because I like talking (not always to people, though). I'm also —

Gradually learning the mathsy parts of physics so that I can someday write a convincing Greg Egan pastiche.
Trying to knit together a story of myself that has a satisfying narrative arc. Unfinished, of course. Wouldn't it be just boring if I was ever done?
Interested in language in all its forms.
Moving toward being interested in everything, sometimes failing.
At jsmith3215@proton.me, if you want to write something! Anything, genuinely.

This is not a digital home, either, more of a house that you can wander around in.

Haven't thought about doors, though. Sorry. Try these ones, seems like there's a handle…

Oh, and —

sumexeedalu plurmarmedalu, etc.