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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
send your tumblr
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i have read not even 1 book
we can only engage in such a way
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it