god being the centre magnet
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Can I see
Better Lift
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
currently
yes
not their contents
propensity within someone
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
whats your name?
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
isaac newton
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol yea
sorry i am texting like a slav
feel you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.