Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

plato

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

ion

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

really i want the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

its good short few pages

plato

what do you mean

as in

no i haven't really read anything