It Will Get Lighter

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.

like magnets

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its good

no longer writing in the third person

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

barren land

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

we need to be deconstructing our identities

plato

i love it here