nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
and the fake qualifier
Today I felt like starting
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
as in
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
magnetises a pin
lol
its good