i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
like first name
send link
no i haven't really read anything
which magnetises chains of pins
isaac newton
god being the centre magnet
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.
i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
bro i read nothing in my life
is this you as well
i have read not even 1 book
plato
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.