Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

no longer writing in the third person

not their contents

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

propensity within someone

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

its performative

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i really havent

no like which do people call me

you have a beautiful account btw

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

Thank you, Jack

or never left

i dont understand magnetisation

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

sorry i am texting like a slav

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone truth

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.