like magnets

plato

Pimlico Rats

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

It Will Get Lighter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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lol yea

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

barren land

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

kind of mythopoesis

or never left

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

but i respect your search

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

god being the centre magnet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

not their contents

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.