He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them. 

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it is hopeful

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

whats your name?

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

feel you

division of reality is straying away from it

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Worse Lift

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

is this you as well

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

idk

i love it here

yeah

wait what is that

Rain, starting