We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

idk

really i want the internet

what do you mean

what do you think my name is

or never left

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

fw

much more tactility

your feed looks like my tumblr

plato

yeah

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

barren land

kind of mythopoesis

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

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in a post. I want to be remembered

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.