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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

isaac newton

abrar?

But seriously, thank you, Jack

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

no like which do people call me

we need to be deconstructing our identities

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books