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

no longer writing in the third person

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

"Put a blanket."

but really the thing should be autonomous

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like first name

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.

its good

autonomy of learning

lol yea

send your tumblr

what do you mean

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

have you read

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Thank you, Jack

whats your name?

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

plato

lol

isaac newton