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

was it worth it


no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Today I felt like starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

not their contents

not so on: yvf(wthw)

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged