After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
send your tumblr
it is hopeful
lol yea
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i dont understand magnetisation
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
that looks like my instagram account
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
and the fake qualifier
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
yeah
like first name
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
fw