a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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yeah

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Thank you, Jack

13, H, grate

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

idk

lol yea

ion

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

barren land

division of reality is straying away from it

and the fake qualifier

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