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

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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

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

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

fw

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

idk

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i dont understand magnetisation

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.


It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

send your tumblr

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

lol yea

lol

was it worth it

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

yeah

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