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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

sorry i am texting like a slav

plato

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I am below everything.

magnetises a pin

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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what do you mean

like magnets

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

its good

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

13, H, grate

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk