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.

i really havent

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

lol yea

lol

send link

god being the centre magnet

i dont understand magnetisation

yeah

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

is this you as well

have you read

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

December 2025

its good

plato

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

your feed looks like my tumblr

i want to do that too

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

abrar?

isaac

i have read not even 1 book