i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
what do you think my name is
bro i read nothing in my life
your feed looks like my tumblr
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
in a post. I want to be remembered
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.feel you
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
lol yea
idk
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.