She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
in a post. I want to be remembered
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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