"Put a blanket."

but i respect your search

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i understand

plato

really i want the internet

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Can I see

so at the end

feel you

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

IWGD

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah

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