a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.currently
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
no like which do people call me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
have you read
...
yeah
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
or never left
...
its good
December 2025
like magnets
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
that looks like my instagram account
i dont understand magnetisation
i have read not even 1 book
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
isaac newton
isaac
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
no i haven't really read anything
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i was tempted to lie about my name
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41