no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

its good

your feed looks like my tumblr

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

lol

send link

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

yeah

i love it here

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

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


that looks like my instagram account

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

but i respect your search

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

which magnetises chains of pins

send your tumblr


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

you cannot feed someone truth