There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

fw

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

not their contents

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i was tempted to lie about my name

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hiding from the rain

isaac

ion

lol

is this you as well

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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