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.
abrar?
we can only engage in such a way
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
what do you mean
your feed looks like my tumblr
autonomy of learning
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
i dont understand magnetisation
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
have you read
whats your name?
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i understand
no i haven't really read anything
isaac
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 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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."