I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Lift Analysis

Rain, starting

i see a website

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

what do you think my name is

i want to do that too

all that is to say

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

is this you as well

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

feel you

i was tempted to lie about my name