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
Better Lift
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
as in
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i want to do that too
not their contents
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
all that is to say
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
isaac
feel you
we can only engage in such a way
is this you as well
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yeah
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you cannot feed someone truth