"Put a blanket."

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.

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

thank you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

barren land

i love it here

lol yea

wait what is that

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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