I am below everything.

so at the end

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

lol

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

fw

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

isaac

yeah

isaac newton

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

send your tumblr

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

lol yea

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so an active mazelike process

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


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Put a blanket."

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

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


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

barren land

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them