plato

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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 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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

sorry i am texting like a slav

i love it here

whats your name?

its good

its good short few pages

"Put a blanket."

much more tactility

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

what do you mean

magnetises a pin

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

so at the end