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
much more tactility
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Better Lift
lol yea
or never left
all that is to say
whats your name?
is everyoneback on tumblr now
we need to be deconstructing our identities
isaac
division of reality is straying away from it
send your tumblr
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i have read not even 1 book
your feed looks like my tumblr
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