the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i see a website
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
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
was it worth it
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
you have a beautiful account btw
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos