yes

abrar?

kind of mythopoesis

It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

what do you mean

god being the centre magnet

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i see a website

we can only engage in such a way

much more tactility

whats your name?

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i dont understand magnetisation

have you read

its good short few pages

so at the end

so the method has to be autonomous

sorry i am texting like a slav

send your tumblr

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

that looks like my instagram account