think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack

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isaac newton

and the fake qualifier

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

But seriously, thank you, Jack

your feed looks like my tumblr

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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