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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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
isaac newton
that looks like my instagram account
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
have you read
plato
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.