I am below everything.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

but i respect your search

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

kind of mythopoesis

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

division of reality is straying away from it

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

send your tumblr

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life