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.
its good
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
is this you as well
what do you think my name is
thank you
or never left
ahnaf abrar
wait what is that
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
feel you
no like which do people call me
i understand
and the fake qualifier
magnetises a pin
no i haven't really read anything
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
send your tumblr
we need to be deconstructing our identities
whats your name?
your feed looks like my tumblr
plato
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
plato
god being the centre magnet
what do you mean
i want to do that too
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.