Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
your feed looks like my tumblr
or never left
yeah
much more tactility
propensity within someone
its good
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i have read not even 1 book
as in
its good
plato
i really havent
we need to be deconstructing our identities
...
like magnets
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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
magnetisation/form
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
ahnaf abrar
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me