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

whats your name?

sorry i am texting like a slav

as in

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i have read not even 1 book

i dont understand magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

like first name

have you read


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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Thank you, Jack

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

god being the centre magnet

ion

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

feel you

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

i understand

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

propensity within someone

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.

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.

we can only engage in such a way

send link

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it