like first name
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
yeah
idk
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
no i haven't really read anything
your feed looks like my tumblr
its good
autonomy of learning
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
all that is to say
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
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.
feel you
ahnaf abrar
whats your name?
and the fake qualifier
is this you as well
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you have a beautiful account btw