all that is to say
i dont understand magnetisation
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.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.
so at the end
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
have you read
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
isaac newton
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
lol
really i want the internet
like magnets
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.no like which do people call me