i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
so the method has to be autonomous
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
currently
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
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