"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

really i want the internet

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

hello reader,

no longer writing in the third person

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

that looks like my instagram account

its good

brb i will read and reply sincerely

all that is to say

Lift Analysis

like magnets

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

so an active mazelike process

Picture

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.