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.

December 2025

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

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth it

is this you as well

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

like magnets

lol

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

much more tactility