we need to be deconstructing our identities

like first name

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.

i understand

feel you

or never left

what do you mean

i want to do that too

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.

ion

Slug

yeah

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

barren land

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

send link

is everyoneback on tumblr now

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03