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.
Better Lift
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
yeah
idk
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
But seriously, thank you, Jack
so at the end
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its performative
Thank you, Jack