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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

that looks like my instagram account

we need to be deconstructing our identities

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

idk

plato

yeah

"Put a blanket."

what do you think my name is

i have read not even 1 book

Worse Lift

all that is to say

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

as in

so the method has to be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

you have a beautiful account btw

its good short few pages

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its good

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

and the fake qualifier