Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
it is hopeful
so at the end
division of reality is straying away from it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
wait what is that
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
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.
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.
no i haven't really read anything
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
much more tactility
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