like first name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
is this you as well
i want to do that too
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.
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
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
really i want the internet
kind of mythopoesis
no longer writing in the third person
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Today I felt like starting
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
what do you think my name is
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but really the thing should be autonomous
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
or never left