Lift Analysis

no longer writing in the third person

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

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

like first name

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

send your tumblr

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

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

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

no i haven't really read anything

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

or never left

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

plato

fw

we need to be deconstructing our identities

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i have read not even 1 book