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.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I am below everything.
isaac
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i dont understand magnetisation
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in