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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yes

no longer writing in the third person

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

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

so the method has to be autonomous

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

we can only engage in such a way

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Style

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.