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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
i have read not even 1 book
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
like magnets
isaac newton
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
that looks like my instagram account
what do you mean
plato
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack
i want to do that too
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."