i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Today I felt like starting
no longer writing in the third person
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"Put a blanket."
idk
Lift Analysis
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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
hiding from the rain
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting