I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
but really the thing should be autonomous
plato
like first name
bro i read nothing in my life
i understand
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
was it worth it
which magnetises chains of pins
we need to be deconstructing our identities