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

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person


brb i will read and reply sincerely

Worse Lift

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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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt