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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

yeah

or never left

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

Better Lift

is everyoneback on tumblr now

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

2 (actually index). two is company

not their contents

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

Picture

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.

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

you cannot feed someone truth