There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

ion

thank you

isaac newton

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

which magnetises chains of pins

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever