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.

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

but i respect your search

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

13, H, grate

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you have a beautiful account btw

i was tempted to lie about my name

no like which do people call me

i see a website

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Can I see