I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

god being the centre magnet

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

I am below everything.

like magnets

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

or never left

isaac

thank you

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

Lift Analysis

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i understand

its performative