We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
not their contents
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
brb i will read and reply sincerely
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
currently
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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