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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Style

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

really i want the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

is this you as well

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

its good

no i haven't really read anything

have you read

whats your name?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i see a website

what do you think my name is

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

kind of mythopoesis

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yes