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.

god being the centre magnet

or never left

send your tumblr

i understand

...

yeah

like magnets

isaac newton

hiding from the rain

not their contents

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

which magnetises chains of pins

as in

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

is this you as well

i love it here

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

plato

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i have read not even 1 book

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now