Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
plato
like magnets
barren land
i love it here
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
god being the centre magnet
i understand
the site i am dreaming
what do you think my name is
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.