It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
magnetises a pin
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
but i respect your search
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
lol
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
plato
that looks like my instagram account
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
send your tumblr
I am below everything.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
yeah
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
send link
i want to do that too
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
no like which do people call me
as in
what do you think my name is
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.