but i respect your search

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Rain, starting

Better Lift

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so at the end

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Worse Lift

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

so the method has to be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

Style

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

we can only engage in such a way

Can I see

you have a beautiful account btw

Lift Analysis

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.


autonomy of learning

Better Lift

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

so an active mazelike process