On the Mode of Existence of Narrative and Structure
generalities, repetition and that self-defining thing I keep forgetting to tell you
baby, I miss you, let's pretend I'm there
somewhere between these peaks and valleys, I missed you
meet meat
we turn our heads towards the light (or wander aimlessly in the dark)
this time we see, this time we feel
creatures as standing waves
things I was meant to have said yesterday
a summary of 120 hours on the internet