i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
like magnets
fw
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
ion
i love it here
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
currently
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
the site i am dreaming
and the fake qualifier
propensity within someone
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
feel you
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
it is hopeful
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
what do you think my name is
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it