i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

...

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.

kind of mythopoesis

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

really i want the internet

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

sorry i am texting like a slav

so the method has to be autonomous

have you read

i have read not even 1 book

it is hopeful

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class