i was tempted to lie about my name

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so at the end

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

really i want the internet

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

you cannot feed someone truth

"Put a blanket."

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Better Lift

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

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

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

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

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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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