Better Lift
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
yeah
like magnets
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
is everyoneback on tumblr now
and the fake qualifier
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.its good short few pages
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.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
yes
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I am below everything.
was it worth it
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
god being the centre magnet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i want to do that too