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.

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that looks like my instagram account

your feed looks like my tumblr

the site i am dreaming

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.

feel you

i really havent

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

bro i read nothing in my life

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

yeah

yeah

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

lol yea

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

wait what is that

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

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life

is this you as well

thank you

plato

magnetises a pin

what do you mean

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

i dont understand magnetisation

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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