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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

magnetisation/form

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

i understand

your feed looks like my tumblr

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Better Lift

and the fake qualifier

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

it is hopeful

isaac

yeah

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter