It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

no like which do people call me

ahnaf abrar

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.

feel you

its good short few pages

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

or never left

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

wait what is that

sorry i am texting like a slav

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

send your tumblr

isaac newton

its performative

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

we can only engage in such a way

i have read not even 1 book

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

the site i am dreaming

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone truth