Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

abrar?

really i want the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

fw

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

you cannot feed someone truth

like magnets

magnetises a pin

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

Today I felt like starting

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i understand

it is hopeful

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

like first name

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

was it worth it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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