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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

it is hopeful

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation/form

that looks like my instagram account

much more tactility

no longer writing in the third person

propensity within someone