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.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

really i want the internet

all that is to say

so an active mazelike process

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

lol yea

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

send your tumblr

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

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