It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

i see a website

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

much more tactility

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

as in

fw