Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i understand

whats your name?

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

barren land

kind of mythopoesis

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its good

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

I Write Goodbye Letter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

sorry i am texting like a slav

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Style

Pimlico Rats

i was tempted to lie about my name

or never left

plato

ahnaf abrar

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"