somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Today I felt like starting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
it is hopeful
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
what do you think my name is
i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
magnetises a pin
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its performative