We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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But seriously, thank you, Jack
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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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
not their contents
abrar?
so an active mazelike process
isaac
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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