I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i love it here

I am below everything.

isaac

its good

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

was it worth it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

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

the site i am dreaming

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

1

. way too specific.

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I Write Goodbye Letter

sorry i am texting like a slav

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

what do you mean