isaac newton

no i haven't really read anything

its good

like magnets

send your tumblr

thank you

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

whats your name?

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good short few pages

is this you as well

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac

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.

Lift Analysis

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so at the end

its performative

Slug

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

Pimlico Rats

Better Lift

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet