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.

plato

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

lol

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i dont understand magnetisation

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

its good

i really havent

is everyoneback on tumblr now

abrar?

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

or never left

December 2025

thank you

whats your name?

like magnets

lol yea

is this you as well

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

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

isaac newton

isaac

ion

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

what do you think my name is

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