I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

Slug

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

Can I see

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

plato

ion

all that is to say

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.

i have read not even 1 book

like first name

that looks like my instagram account

"Put a blanket."

Lift Analysis

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like magnets

yeah

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning