much more tactility
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
like magnets
bro i read nothing in my life
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
god being the centre magnet
idk
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its performative
like first name
isaac newton
what do you mean
plato
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
not their contents
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.
and the fake qualifier
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away