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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
which magnetises chains of pins
isaac newton
yeah
like first name
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
no longer writing in the third person
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
whats your name?
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
what do you mean
much more tactility
it is hopeful
no like which do people call me
god being the centre magnet
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.
i really havent
Can I see
its good
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.
no i haven't really read anything
you cannot feed someone truth
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything