One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

...

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i dont understand magnetisation

its performative

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like magnets

wait what is that

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

much more tactility

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine