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.

Worse Lift

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

I am below everything.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

it is hopeful

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

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.