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.

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

in a post. I want to be remembered

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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


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

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