Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
December 2025
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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
bro i read nothing in my life
have you read
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
no i haven't really read anything
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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 really havent
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i was tempted to lie about my name
lol
i want to do that too
its good
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
not their contents
not so on: yvf(wthw)
so at the end
But seriously, thank you, Jack
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
no like which do people call me
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything