"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
in a post. I want to be remembered
you have a beautiful account btw
all that is to say
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but i respect your search