Thank you, Jack

i have read not even 1 book

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

lol

what do you think my name is

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

lol yea

that looks like my instagram account

idk

like first name

i love it here

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

its good

send your tumblr

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its good short few pages

whats your name?

i was tempted to lie about my name

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet

feel you

It Will Get Lighter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

sorry i am texting like a slav

and the fake qualifier

...

plato

fw

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

bro i read nothing in my life

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

was it worth it

i really havent

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.