really i want the internet
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Today I felt like starting
"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i love it here
feel you
whats your name?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
isaac newton