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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

i dont understand magnetisation

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol yea

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

idk

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

or never left

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

wait what is that

barren land

magnetisation/form

December 2025

it is hopeful

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

ion

Today I felt like starting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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