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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

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really i want the internet

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good

like first name

bro i read nothing in my life

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

yeah

and the fake qualifier

i dont understand magnetisation

no like which do people call me

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

idk

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

plato

god being the centre magnet

is this you as well

2 (actually index). two is company

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

...

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.

i have read not even 1 book

i love it here

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thank you, Jack

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it