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.

the site i am dreaming

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

December 2025

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

which magnetises chains of pins

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i dont understand magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thank you, Jack

as in

currently

magnetisation/form

in a post. I want to be remembered