lol

kind of mythopoesis

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

ion

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

abrar?

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

much more tactility

Better Lift

you cannot feed someone truth

isaac newton

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology