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've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
plato
what do you think my name is
plato
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
was it worth it
i was tempted to lie about my name
feel you
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
no like which do people call me
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
hello reader,
not so on: yvf(wthw)
magnetises a pin
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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brb i will read and reply sincerely