its good

lol

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

that looks like my instagram account

lol yea

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

plato

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

send your tumblr

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

your feed looks like my tumblr

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

or never left

have you read

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

fw

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

ion

idk

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."