I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
plato
your feed looks like my tumblr
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
in a post. I want to be remembered
its performative
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
lol yea
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
lol
Better Lift
autonomy of learning
so at the end
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.