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.

Slug

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


barren land

that looks like my instagram account


It Will Get Lighter


A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

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

abrar?

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

yeah

hiding from the rain


wait what is that

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.