Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
so the method has to be autonomous
"Put a blanket."
brb i will read and reply sincerely
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
it is hopeful
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
propensity within someone
what do you mean
i love it here
its good
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
idk
was it worth it
plato
much more tactility
barren land
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
but i respect your search
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life