with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
December 2025
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i really havent
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
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
so an active mazelike process
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its good
no i haven't really read anything
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
like first name
its performative
isaac