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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

currently

so the method has to be autonomous


The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

it is hopeful

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

its good short few pages

its good

thank you

i understand

yeah

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

but really the thing should be autonomous

magnetises a pin

Rain, starting

i love it here

fw

sorry i am texting like a slav

Thank you, Jack

send your tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

isaac

we can only engage in such a way

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

yes

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you