so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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 am below everything.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
you have a beautiful account btw
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
much more tactility
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
as in
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
so an active mazelike process
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59