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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged


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.

"Put a blanket."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

13, H, grate

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so an active mazelike process

as in

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

much more tactility

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth