We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Picture

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i love it here

but i respect your search

send your tumblr

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

Rain, starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

plato

ion

have you read

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

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

its good

bro i read nothing in my life