I am below 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
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
isaac newton
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
whats your name?
idk
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
not their contents
that looks like my instagram account
Better Lift
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate