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.

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It's

dusk

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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?

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

god being the centre magnet

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

sorry i am texting like a slav

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

no like which do people call me

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Today I felt like starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i was tempted to lie about my name

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf abrar