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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the site i am dreaming
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hiding from the rain
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.
plato
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Thank you, Jack
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation