no longer writing in the third person

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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

much more tactility

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

feel you

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Thank you, Jack

magnetises a pin

have you read

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier