i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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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.

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 am below everything.

so an active mazelike process

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

like magnets

we can only engage in such a way

plato

so the method has to be autonomous

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls