so an active mazelike process

...

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i really havent

have you read

its good

and the fake qualifier

is everyoneback on tumblr now

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

like magnets

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.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac

...

and the fake qualifier

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 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.

was it worth it

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

what do you mean

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yes

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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.

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