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.


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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it is hopeful

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but really the thing should be autonomous

kind of mythopoesis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

you have a beautiful account btw

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but i respect your search

IWGD

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying