squeeze. vectors pulling inwards.
I need: a pair of headphones. a coffee machine. twenty pairs of purple, yellow, and cyan socks from uniqlo. hummus from hummus place, massaman from gaw gai, banh mi from saigon banh mi,
maybe I should start obsessively twittering, only because it would be like having little incremental section cuts throughout my life. extruded and lofted together they would be the cumulative volume of presentness, me-being-here-ness, the weight of my body on top of this chair cushion, and so on.