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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ion

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so at the end

god being the centre magnet

i love it here

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

the site i am dreaming

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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magnetises a pin

i dont understand magnetisation

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac newton

plato

magnetisation/form

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.