brb i will read and reply sincerely

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

god being the centre magnet

its good short few pages

isaac newton

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that looks like my instagram account

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i love it here

sorry i am texting like a slav

i have read not even 1 book

i was tempted to lie about my name

idk

the site i am dreaming

like first name

lol

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

in a post. I want to be remembered

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

Style

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

barren land

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

It Will Get Lighter