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.

so the method has to be autonomous

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

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

what do you mean

its good

ahnaf abrar

so at the end

no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life

i understand

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

is this you as well

plato

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

was it worth it

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

2 (actually index). two is company

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

have you read

i really havent