i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I am below everything.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
in a post. I want to be remembered
no longer writing in the third person
yes
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.
currently
bro i read nothing in my life
and the fake qualifier
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i really havent
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"