in a post. I want to be remembered

that looks like my instagram account

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

I am below everything.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you have a beautiful account btw

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

It Will Get Lighter

plato

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

it is hopeful

its good short few pages

what do you mean

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak