"Put a blanket."

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

i love it here

magnetises a pin

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good short few pages

thank you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

plato

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

idk

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

send your tumblr

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

what do you think my name is

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

have you read

its performative

i have read not even 1 book

I am below everything.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

propensity within someone

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

bro i read nothing in my life