i love it here

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

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

that looks like my instagram account

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

idk

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

lol yea

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

fw

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

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