its performative

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.

really i want the internet

is this you as well

is everyoneback on tumblr now

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

idk

much more tactility

so at the end

Can I see

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

no like which do people call me

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its good short few pages

what do you think my name is

yes

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Lift Analysis

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

like first name