no longer writing in the third person

Lift Analysis

Worse Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

It Will Get Lighter

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

so the method has to be autonomous