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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Better Lift


hiding from the rain

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

that looks like my instagram account

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

not so on: yvf(wthw)

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

yes

we can only engage in such a way

yeah

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.

currently