isaac newton

what do you think my name is

no like which do people call me

i love it here

whats your name?

like first name

i was tempted to lie about my name

this will be about a slug

sorry i am texting like a slav

god being the centre magnet

no i haven't really read anything

i want to do that too

was it worth it

its good

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

hiding from the rain

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.

much more tactility

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

wait what is that

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

2 (actually index). two is company

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i understand

plato

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

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

yeah