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.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
Can I see
and the fake qualifier
fw
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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
so at the end
Today I felt like starting
really i want the internet
i want to do that too
lol
and the fake qualifier
like magnets
in a post. I want to be remembered
i really havent
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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
you have a beautiful account btw
no longer writing in the third person
like first name
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magnetises a pin