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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Thank you, Jack

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Better Lift

as in

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

you cannot feed someone truth

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

so at the end

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It's

dusk

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

really i want the internet

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so the method has to be autonomous

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

but i respect your search

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46