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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
in a post. I want to be remembered
i have read not even 1 book
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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
i dont understand magnetisation
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos