somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i was tempted to lie about my name

idk

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

what do you mean

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

currently

i have read not even 1 book

isaac

It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

like magnets

its good short few pages

i dont understand magnetisation

ion

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

the site i am dreaming