much more tactility
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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
Today I felt like starting
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
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.
as in
its good
isaac newton
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