i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Worse Lift

no longer writing in the third person

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like first name

abrar?

Rain, starting

ahnaf abrar

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.

what do you mean

isaac newton

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

idk

It Will Get Lighter

yeah

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged


i see a website

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

i really havent

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.