i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
no longer writing in the third person
kind of mythopoesis
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
as in
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
so the method has to be autonomous
have you read
like magnets
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
...
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.
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?
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.