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

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

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

Slug

but i respect your search

I Write Goodbye Letter

magnetisation/form

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

...

the site i am dreaming

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

that looks like my instagram account

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

you have a beautiful account btw

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

we can only engage in such a way

currently

Can I see

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