really i want the internet

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

Today I felt like starting

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

Style

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

so an active mazelike process

barren land

much more tactility

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

so the method has to be autonomous