is this you as well

not their contents

its good

its good

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

whats your name?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

much more tactility

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i want to do that too

i love it here

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

what do you mean

i was tempted to lie about my name

Slug

propensity within someone

It's

dusk

IWGD

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 behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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 am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine