The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
December 2025
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
is everyoneback on tumblr now
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
like magnets
i want to do that too
kind of mythopoesis
we can only engage in such a way
that looks like my instagram account
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
autonomy of learning
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
magnetises a pin
barren land
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
its good short few pages
fw
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
your feed looks like my tumblr