but i respect your search

i love it here

barren land

i understand

Slug

lol

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

really i want the internet

yes

Thank you, Jack

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

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

idk

its good

send your tumblr

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

was it worth it

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

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

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

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

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.