bro i read nothing in my life

bro i read nothing in my life

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

i have read not even 1 book

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like first name

IWGD

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

yeah

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.


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.


hiding from the rain

your feed looks like my tumblr

I Write Goodbye Letter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.