There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
brb i will read and reply sincerely
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
kind of mythopoesis
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.
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December 2025
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.