wait what is that

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Today I felt like starting

plato

It Will Get Lighter

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

was it worth it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Style

that looks like my instagram account

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.

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

we can only engage in such a way

I am below everything.

13, H, grate

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i want to do that too

division of reality is straying away from it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i see a website

all that is to say

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