Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
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
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i understand
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
isaac
but really the thing should be autonomous
brb i will read and reply sincerely
kind of mythopoesis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.