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.

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

god being the centre magnet

idk

that looks like my instagram account

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

Better Lift

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i love it here

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything