really i want the internet
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
so the method has to be autonomous
hiding from the rain
like first name
but i respect your search
division of reality is straying away from it
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
not so on: yvf(wthw)