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.

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Lift Analysis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

lol yea

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

you cannot feed someone truth

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

what do you mean

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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