what do you mean
really i want the internet
no longer writing in the third person
but i respect your search
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.
i see a website
Better Lift
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
like first name
i want to do that too
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
feel you
you cannot feed someone truth
propensity within someone
was it worth it
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
plato
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
magnetises a pin