It Will Get Lighter

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we can only engage in such a way

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

13, H, grate

fw

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

idk

i see a website

"Put a blanket."

so at the end

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

not their contents

or never left

but i respect your search