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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

IWGD

currently

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

division of reality is straying away from it

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

no like which do people call me

barren land

i love it here

i have read not even 1 book

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

plato

we can only engage in such a way

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

thank you