i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

autonomy of learning

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

13, H, grate

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

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

Rain, starting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

its good short few pages

send link

Worse Lift

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

or never left

propensity within someone

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Style

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lol

kind of mythopoesis

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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currently