As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
send your tumblr
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
is everyoneback on tumblr now
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
lol yea
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
as in
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
plato
its good
is this you as well
thank you
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
its good
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i see a website
plato
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
division of reality is straying away from it
ion
barren land
its performative