Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
currently
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thank you, Jack
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Lift Analysis
i really havent
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i see a website