somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

but i respect your search

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet

plato

i dont understand magnetisation

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

ion