Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

your feed looks like my tumblr

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

lol yea

i really havent