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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

all that is to say

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

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

and the fake qualifier

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

thank you

i understand

no like which do people call me

which magnetises chains of pins

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

"Put a blanket."

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way