you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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
really i want the internet
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I am below everything.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you have a beautiful account btw
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
"Put a blanket."
like first name
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
you cannot feed someone truth
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
propensity within someone
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
but really the thing should be autonomous