It Will Get Lighter

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

fw

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

idk

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good

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

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

god being the centre magnet

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

your feed looks like my tumblr

ion

its good

no i haven't really read anything

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but i respect your search

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

yeah

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