w22 '26

baller. let’s go.

feel like a swallowed a ball of yarn. in a good eay. like it was to fill a yarn shaped space. in — have you have, do you ever — i was in a conversation recently and i nearly said something but didn’t and then for the rest of the chat i heard these whispers like from another world where i had said it.

it’s beautiful outside, in the world. i’ve been listening to young jeezy’s thug motivation 101. it feels like when you’re wearing a great outfit, and the sun is shining, and you’re walking down the street feeling a million bucks, and it’s a little too warm, and a breeze hits you. it feels like that.

and somebody said “if you think you’ll be okay, or you don’t, you’re probably right.”

and and and and

for it macerates, makes spicy pickles, renders savoury, strengthens, preserves, corrodes, and yields a tincture

the breaking the (g)loom event was quite lovely, and stella was there, and that was extremely good. and there were good people, and i hope to see them again and take part in an destroy build destroy. ballot box in the other.

i’m in the barbican conservatory at the moment writing. there’s a fat fish loving the head hose. big fat greek disco fish. blinged out acropolis. 7000 year old tacos.

i think other things happened in the week. i did not take notes.