It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

It Will Get Lighter

which magnetises chains of pins

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

1

. way too specific.

god being the centre magnet

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

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

isaac newton

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac

yeah

currently

i understand

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.


its good

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so the method has to be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

plato

send your tumblr

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!