Thank you, Jack

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Can I see

really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

its good

13, H, grate

but really the thing should be autonomous

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thank you, Jack

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

plato

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

ion

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.

so at the end

yeah

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

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