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.
its good
plato
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
like magnets
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i love it here
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.
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so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
December 2025
so the method has to be autonomous
i have read not even 1 book
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
fw
I am below everything.
in a post. I want to be remembered
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like first name
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting