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.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i see a website
barren land
isaac
no i haven't really read anything
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
like magnets
that looks like my instagram account
i have read not even 1 book
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
lol
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac newton
what do you think my name is
plato
i really havent
have you read
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
and the fake qualifier
and the fake qualifier