or never left

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

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

magnetises a pin

you cannot feed someone truth

is everyoneback on tumblr now

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

much more tactility

not their contents

isaac

thank you

no i haven't really read anything

but really the thing should be autonomous

as in

god being the centre magnet