no like which do people call me

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

fw

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thank you, Jack

I Write Goodbye Letter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

...

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

that looks like my instagram account

isaac

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Better Lift

send your tumblr

i dont understand magnetisation

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Rain, starting

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people