like first name

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

Today I felt like starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Can I see

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

2 (actually index). two is company

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

was it worth it

i really havent

Better Lift

IWGD

yes

and the fake qualifier

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.