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.
"Put a blanket."
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.It's
dusk
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hiding from the rain
so at the end
so the method has to be autonomous
magnetisation/form
we can only engage in such a way
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I am below everything.
division of reality is straying away from it
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
all that is to say
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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
its good
was it worth it