Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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but really the thing should be autonomous

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Better Lift

its performative

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yes

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

propensity within someone

and the fake qualifier

fw

i want to do that too

i have read not even 1 book

its good short few pages

idk

currently