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

13, H, grate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

yes

kind of mythopoesis

really i want the internet

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

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in a post. I want to be remembered

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

magnetises a pin

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

isaac newton

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

we need to be deconstructing our identities