Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
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
i love it here
is everyoneback on tumblr now
what do you mean
idk
yeah
or never left
ion
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
which magnetises chains of pins
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
plato
but really the thing should be autonomous
magnetises a pin
its good
"Put a blanket."
really i want the internet
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
propensity within someone
fw
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate