abrar?
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
idk
lol
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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send your tumblr
not their contents
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
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos