"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

no i haven't really read anything

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

all that is to say

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good short few pages

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

so the method has to be autonomous

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls