its performative
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
kind of mythopoesis
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
but really the thing should be autonomous
lol
i really havent
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
yeah
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
send your tumblr
division of reality is straying away from it