It Will Get Lighter

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

was it worth it

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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.

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Slug

but i respect your search

I Write Goodbye Letter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

but really the thing should be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged