i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

no i haven't really read anything

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.