"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

Today I felt like starting

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

feel you

yeah

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we need to be deconstructing our identities

its performative

currently

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

your feed looks like my tumblr

i want to do that too

or never left

send your tumblr

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

barren land