I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
as in
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i see a website
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
i love it here
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send your tumblr
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no like which do people call me
you have a beautiful account btw
really i want the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak