After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
lol yea
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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i want to do that too
like magnets
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
was it worth it
December 2025
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.
really i want the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
autonomy of learning
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.
abrar?