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.
ahnaf abrar
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i dont understand magnetisation
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
whats your name?
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
the site i am dreaming
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
currently
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
your feed looks like my tumblr
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
is everyoneback on tumblr now
like magnets
i really havent
lol yea
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
send link
Lift Analysis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet