He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Better Lift

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

not their contents

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you have a beautiful account btw

all that is to say

It Will Get Lighter

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in a post. I want to be remembered

we can only engage in such a way

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

god being the centre magnet