May 2013
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Sam Vimes, man. Sam Fucking Vimes.
– Me (via hisnamewasbeanni)
April 2013
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March 2013
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February 2013
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Revealed in the course of my top drawer clean-up
A square-ruled exercise book, the first 3 pages containing the same neatly copied out table of hiragana and katakana characters
A Mathematics Special Paper from October/November 2006
A poem linking love and construction sites written in pencil on a strip of foolscap
Part of a piece of foolscap with math workings in blue ink on one side and another pencilled poem about love on the other
A sheet...
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January 2013
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December 2012
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November 2012
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gingerhaze:
to every art student everywhere
I get it now
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Now you feel like you’re writing for other people, or at least you hope...
– David Foster Wallace, on his art
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October 2012
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The Throne of Zion: A pilgrimage to Ghana’s oldest... →
What did they pray for in that lofty room?
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Emily Witt, on OK Cupid and people in general →
I went on a date with a man who turned out to be a hairstylist who had attracted me with his Texas charm: ‘A nod and a bow, Ms Space,’ he had written. He arrived late to our date in Alphabet City, having accommodated some last-minute clients who wanted unscheduled blow-drys for their own dates. On either side of his neck he had tattoos of crossed scimitars. I asked him what the tattoos meant. He...
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Upturned wrist and exposed vein
The open hand.
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September 2012
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