Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Can I see

Rain, starting

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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Put a blanket."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

its performative

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

propensity within someone

whats your name?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate