its good short few pages
its good
what do you mean
isaac
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
plato
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
yeah
idk
autonomy of learning
abrar?
is this you as well
sorry i am texting like a slav
you cannot feed someone truth
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
was it worth it
i want to do that too
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.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class