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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Lift Analysis

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but i respect your search

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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.

is this you as well

god being the centre magnet

like first name

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

is everyoneback on tumblr now

plato