After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

isaac newton

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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