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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

no longer writing in the third person

currently

IWGD

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Style

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It's

dusk

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.