"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
plato
yeah
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
yes
what do you think my name is
no like which do people call me
wait what is that
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we can only engage in such a way
bro i read nothing in my life
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
all that is to say
but really the thing should be autonomous
lol
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.