"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yes
Thank you, Jack
"Put a blanket."
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
but i respect your search
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
its good short few pages
have you read
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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.
like first name
whats your name?
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
December 2025