not their contents

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.

barren land

plato

yeah

which magnetises chains of pins

i love it here

It Will Get Lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Rain, starting

magnetises a pin

I am below everything.

propensity within someone

plato

yes

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i have read not even 1 book

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

as in

i understand

Can I see

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.