that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I am below everything.

god being the centre magnet

Thank you, Jack

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

1

which magnetises chains of pins

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

Today I felt like starting

is this you as well

isaac newton

magnetises a pin

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

It Will Get Lighter

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

hiding from the rain

not so on: yvf(wthw)

13, H, grate

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

plato

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.

isaac

lol yea