The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i was tempted to lie about my name

barren land

so an active mazelike process

yeah

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

no i haven't really read anything

ion

feel you

Worse Lift

and the fake qualifier

isaac

its good

ahnaf abrar

Better Lift

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.