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

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Lift Analysis

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

2 (actually index). two is company

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thank you, Jack

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.