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

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

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.

what do you think my name is

not their contents

is this you as well

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we can only engage in such a way

no like which do people call me

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so the method has to be autonomous

what do you mean

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

plato

your feed looks like my tumblr

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people