kind of mythopoesis
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
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
Today I felt like starting
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Lift Analysis
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you cannot feed someone truth