a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I am below everything.

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

much more tactility

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

lol yea

hiding from the rain

like magnets

send your tumblr

lol

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

that looks like my instagram account

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i have read not even 1 book

your feed looks like my tumblr

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Today I felt like starting