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

magnetisation/form

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

2 (actually index). two is company

this will be about a slug

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plato

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December 2025

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet

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.

what do you think my name is

One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.