We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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

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

Rain, starting

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

as in

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

or never left

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

idk

magnetisation/form

the site i am dreaming