Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Today I felt like starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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.

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your feed looks like my tumblr

Worse Lift

its good

magnetises a pin

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

like magnets

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

like first name