I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

I am below 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.

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.

feel you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

it is hopeful

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

magnetises a pin

Style

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

idk

i understand

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so at the end

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i love it here