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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

brb i will read and reply sincerely

but really the thing should be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Better Lift

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.

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

It's

dusk

so the method has to be autonomous

13, H, grate

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack

not so on: yvf(wthw)