a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i see a website

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

13, H, grate

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

all that is to say

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

we can only engage in such a way

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

abrar?

Slug

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.