mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
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in a post. I want to be remembered
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
currently
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Better Lift
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
your feed looks like my tumblr
and the fake qualifier
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
barren land
not their contents
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
have you read
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.