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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

autonomy of learning

so an active mazelike process

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

magnetisation/form

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

thank you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

isaac

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

what do you mean

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like magnets

send your tumblr

division of reality is straying away from it

Thank you, Jack

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

its good

I am below everything.