we need to be deconstructing our identities
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."
i really havent
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
much more tactility
yeah
was it worth it
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.send your tumblr
and the fake qualifier
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
plato
lol yea
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like first name
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.