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

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton

its good

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i have read not even 1 book

that looks like my instagram account

December 2025

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

or never left

idk

barren land

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autonomy of learning

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

this will be about a slug

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

fw

have you read

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

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