like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

hiding from the rain

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

bro i read nothing in my life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

no like which do people call me

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

which magnetises chains of pins

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like first name

Better Lift

your feed looks like my tumblr

i see a website

i have read not even 1 book

division of reality is straying away from it

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i was tempted to lie about my name

send your tumblr

we need to be deconstructing our identities

feel you