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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Better Lift
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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it is hopeful
not their contents
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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 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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.