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and the fake qualifier
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.
lol yea
no like which do people call me
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
thank you
i have read not even 1 book
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
is everyoneback on tumblr now
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ion
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
magnetises a pin
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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 really havent
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.
abrar?
"Put a blanket."
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you