It Will Get Lighter

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

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

Lift Analysis

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

much more tactility

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

I am below everything. 

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like magnets

its good short few pages

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life