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but really the thing should be autonomous


you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

I am below everything.

Style

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i see a website


it is hopeful

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me



kind of mythopoesis


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