it is hopeful

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

yes

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

I am below everything.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

but really the thing should be autonomous

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Lift Analysis

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

hiding from the rain

Today I felt like starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

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much more tactility