She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

propensity within someone

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you mean

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

feel you

have you read

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

lol yea

whats your name?

send your tumblr

ion

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

and the fake qualifier

2 (actually index). two is company

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

is this you as well

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

no i haven't really read anything

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.

autonomy of learning

i was tempted to lie about my name

like magnets

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

magnetisation/form

no like which do people call me

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

isaac

we need to be deconstructing our identities

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!