much more tactility

i dont understand magnetisation

magnetises a pin

which magnetises chains of pins

barren land

yeah

yeah

its good

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

thank you

have you read

...

plato

what do you mean

wait what is that

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

no i haven't really read anything

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but really the thing should be autonomous

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

was it worth it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

was it worth it

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its good short few pages

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.