my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Worse Lift

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

no longer writing in the third person

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no like which do people call me

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so at the end