with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Can I see
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.no like which do people call me
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
it is hopeful
i was tempted to lie about my name
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
currently
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative