The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
isaac newton
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good
thank you
its good short few pages
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
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no i haven't really read anything
December 2025
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
which magnetises chains of pins
plato
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
"Put a blanket."