"Put a blanket."
autonomy of learning
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
no longer writing in the third person
Better Lift
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
fw
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
wait what is that
bro i read nothing in my life
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i was tempted to lie about my name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so at the end
no like which do people call me
isaac
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
you cannot feed someone truth
in a post. I want to be remembered
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