It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

as in

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

but i respect your search

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

It's

dusk

13, H, grate

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its performative

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter