i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.hiding from the rain
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
it is hopeful
all that is to say
but i respect your search
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so at the end
in a post. I want to be remembered
Better Lift
as in
you have a beautiful account btw
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
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