to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

have you read

no i haven't really read anything

send your tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

that looks like my instagram account

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sorry i am texting like a slav

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

lol yea

whats your name?

feel you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

no like which do people call me

yeah

like magnets

isaac newton

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

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.