you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
so at the end
its good short few pages
its good
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
abrar?
was it worth it
ion
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
whats your name?
have you read
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
what do you think my name is
and the fake qualifier