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.
magnetises a pin
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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
propensity within someone
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Can I see
really i want the internet
much more tactility
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.hiding from the rain
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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it is hopeful
bro i read nothing in my life
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
...
i have read not even 1 book
the site i am dreaming
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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