isaac newton
plato
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Thank you, Jack
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
as in
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
in a post. I want to be remembered
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
god being the centre magnet
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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.