It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

hiding from the rain

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idk

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i understand

much more tactility

what do you mean

no i haven't really read anything

its performative

yeah

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We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

like magnets

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

as in

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.