She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

not their contents

Thank you, Jack

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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division of reality is straying away from it

but i respect your search

Rain, starting


so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting