there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.


i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate


"Put a blanket."

lol yea

you have a beautiful account btw


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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

i have read not even 1 book

god being the centre magnet

2 (actually index). two is company

i really havent

in a post. I want to be remembered

we can only engage in such a way

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

but i respect your search

not their contents

brb i will read and reply sincerely

sorry i am texting like a slav