Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

magnetises a pin

whats your name?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

sorry i am texting like a slav

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

no i haven't really read anything

Better Lift

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

was it worth it

I Write Goodbye Letter

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.