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

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.

i see a website

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

hiding from the rain

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

so at the end

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

not so on: yvf(wthw)