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.

Worse Lift

Today I felt like starting

Can I see

Lift Analysis

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"Put a blanket."

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

Thank you, Jack

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

idk

and the fake qualifier

so at the end

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people