As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

its good

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

fw

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

idk

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

no i haven't really read anything

i want to do that too

wait what is that

i have read not even 1 book

send your tumblr

but i respect your search

was it worth it

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

no longer writing in the third person

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Slug

December 2025

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

currently

so the method has to be autonomous

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

barren land

god being the centre magnet

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."