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

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

have you read

bro i read nothing in my life

It's

dusk

...

thank you

whats your name?

was it worth it

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

plato

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

what do you think my name is

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i have read not even 1 book

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

not their contents

god being the centre magnet

isaac newton