a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i really havent

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Lift Analysis

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

bro i read nothing in my life

I Write Goodbye Letter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

so the method has to be autonomous

its performative

you cannot feed someone truth

wait what is that

what do you think my name is

magnetisation/form

we can only engage in such a way

as in

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no like which do people call me

all that is to say