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.

13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

that looks like my instagram account

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i see a website

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

magnetisation/form

isaac newton

no i haven't really read anything

...

ahnaf abrar

or never left

brb i will read and reply sincerely

what do you mean

is everyoneback on tumblr now

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

your feed looks like my tumblr

1

its good

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books