She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
barren land
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
that looks like my instagram account
yeah
what do you mean
plato
or never left
send your tumblr
idk
its good
ion
i dont understand magnetisation
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
was it worth it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
ahnaf abrar
have you read