Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
but i respect your search
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
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
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
no i haven't really read anything
god being the centre magnet
Today I felt like starting
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so an active mazelike process
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak