We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me


The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology


i see a website

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

Lift Analysis

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Can I see

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

send link


wait what is that