somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
your feed looks like my tumblr
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
abrar?
not their contents
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no like which do people call me
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Put a blanket."
its good
what do you mean
magnetisation/form
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
plato
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
have you read
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.