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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Lift Analysis
lol yea
is everyoneback on tumblr now
your feed looks like my tumblr
send link
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Today I felt like starting
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yes
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Can I see
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.