One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

isaac

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

all that is to say

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

have you read

like first name

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

lol

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

that looks like my instagram account

was it worth it

its good

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

barren land

lol yea

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

what do you mean

sorry i am texting like a slav

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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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