something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

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.

kind of mythopoesis

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

"Put a blanket."

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.

Can I see

but i respect your search

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

isaac newton

and the fake qualifier

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

plato

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

yeah

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate