there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Better Lift
it is hopeful
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.
currently
but really the thing should be autonomous
really i want the internet
plato
fw
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting