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.
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.
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
propensity within someone
not so on: yvf(wthw)
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
autonomy of learning
bro i read nothing in my life
what do you think my name is
division of reality is straying away from it
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
no like which do people call me