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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

what do you think my name is

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

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.

its good

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

plato

we can only engage in such a way

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

like magnets

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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magnetises a pin

Can I see

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