Everything, absolutely every smallest little bit of that by which one defined oneself.
Trampy, even smelly (but no not really, there are ways...most of the time), tatty, raggedy boots socks and undies ....
But... the data.... i hadn't lost ...her
Needed o drown out the racket, of.... (i had no idea the reading voice, so ... the exact of Fernandez..)
sadly there is no great art that can drown out the noise, of their flourescent jackets and sunglasses everywhere....
Perhaps these facts are not unlinked.
not all absurdist video clippysnipes are uploaded to here....yet.... from here
https://www.youtube.com/@ralphschism
But the real art is every second ergonomically usefulised and logisticated such that
Every photon will be available
and that means always, data at dawn or eve .... when it warms up
And note to self being as she's all that's left.... and she i was so grateful for
As she alone (all jotting here is or may be alluding to matters prior this January) seems to be a REAL woman
it would be nice to know what her Astaya means.... one day
one day
