somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

currently



FOUNDING DOCUMENT

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Worse Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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



Better Lift

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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