The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
not their contents
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Better Lift
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
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
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i was tempted to lie about my name
what do you mean
i have read not even 1 book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
magnetises a pin
is this you as well
i understand
what do you think my name is
like first name
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.