isaac

have you read

send your tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

idk

or never left

lol yea

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

It's

dusk

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

but i respect your search

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i understand

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

plato

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its performative

magnetisation/form

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue