i see a website

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Rain, starting

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

you have a beautiful account btw

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

autonomy of learning

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Better Lift

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

I Write Goodbye Letter

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

its performative

really i want the internet

13, H, grate

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.