Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but really the thing should be autonomous

kind of mythopoesis

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I am below everything.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

Better Lift

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

Rain, starting

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

propensity within someone

its performative