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.
you cannot feed someone truth
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
magnetisation/form
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i really havent
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Thank you, Jack
not their contents
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15