isaac newton
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
god being the centre magnet
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.
i have read not even 1 book
what do you mean
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
autonomy of learning
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
sorry i am texting like a slav
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
so at the end
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
was it worth it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate