We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
it is hopeful
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
lol
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Lift Analysis
not their contents
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
its performative
as in
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
you have a beautiful account btw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate