like magnets

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

i love it here

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

yeah

plato

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

god being the centre magnet

i understand

whats your name?

ahnaf abrar

isaac newton

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

wait what is that

lol yea

have you read

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

send link

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

which magnetises chains of pins

is everyoneback on tumblr now

December 2025

i dont understand magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you mean

the site i am dreaming

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.