and the fake qualifier

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

its good short few pages

isaac newton

sorry i am texting like a slav

so at the end

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so the method has to be autonomous

thank you

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

i see a website

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

what do you mean