was it worth it
Thank you, Jack
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.
ion
we need to be deconstructing our identities
thank you
what do you think my name is
feel you
i really havent
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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
is this you as well
no like which do people call me
and the fake qualifier
what do you mean
isaac newton
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Lift Analysis
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.