thank you
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i understand
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
what do you mean
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
isaac newton
was it worth it
send your tumblr
isaac
like first name
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i want to do that too
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
as in
i dont understand magnetisation
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.we can only engage in such a way
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?