you cannot feed someone truth

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.

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.

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

It Will Get Lighter

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Thank you, Jack

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

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

the site i am dreaming

i want to do that too

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

plato

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no like which do people call me