The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
autonomy of learning
you cannot feed someone truth
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
i really havent
i love it here
all that is to say
and the fake qualifier
currently
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.
isaac newton
idk
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Lift Analysis
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
or never left
i want to do that too
no i haven't really read anything
is this you as well
i see a website
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