i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i really havent

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Slug

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

barren land

send your tumblr

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

that looks like my instagram account

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i love it here

which magnetises chains of pins

Style

I Write Goodbye Letter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

sorry i am texting like a slav

i see a website

currently

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these 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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

fw

lol yea

like magnets

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.