okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

really i want the internet

hiding from the rain

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.

Today I felt like starting

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i love it here

kind of mythopoesis

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

i understand

idk

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so at the end

Can I see

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?