Worse Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

as in

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but i respect your search

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

13, H, grate

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

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

"Put a blanket." 
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feel you

no i haven't really read anything

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

and the fake qualifier

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

send your tumblr

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.

plato

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03