i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

plato

idk

kind of mythopoesis

what do you mean

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

your feed looks like my tumblr

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

no like which do people call me

it is hopeful

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

so at the end