We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

magnetises a pin

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

lol yea

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

no i haven't really read anything

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

plato

"Put a blanket."

wait what is that

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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

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

abrar?

whats your name?

i want to do that too

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