a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

and the fake qualifier

that looks like my instagram account

isaac newton

i understand

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you think my name is

isaac

your feed looks like my tumblr

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Thank you, Jack

its good

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

not their contents

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

its good short few pages

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk