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?

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

your feed looks like my tumblr

i love it here

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

its good

so an active mazelike process

I am below everything.

thank you

plato

so the method has to be autonomous

really i want the internet

i have read not even 1 book

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

what do you mean

that looks like my instagram account

barren land

send your tumblr

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

lol yea

idk

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."