My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
as in