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.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
barren land
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
idk
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
your feed looks like my tumblr
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
plato
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.
the site i am dreaming
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.