A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

we can only engage in such a way

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

yes

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

no i haven't really read anything

Thank you, Jack

much more tactility

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

sorry i am texting like a slav

whats your name?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

not their contents

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

was it worth it

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

its good

i really havent

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away