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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

god being the centre magnet

propensity within someone

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

sorry i am texting like a slav

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

your feed looks like my tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

ion

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you mean

as in

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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

whats your name?

"Put a blanket."