Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
so an active mazelike process
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
ion
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
division of reality is straying away from it
idk
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Can I see
wait what is that
Better Lift
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
is everyoneback on tumblr now
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
so the method has to be autonomous
yeah
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt