its good

Rain, starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

as in

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

its good

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website

December 2025

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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feel you

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Put a blanket."

and the fake qualifier

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you have a beautiful account btw