I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"Put a blanket."
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
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
propensity within someone
we need to be deconstructing our identities
magnetises a pin
i dont understand magnetisation
isaac newton
much more tactility
which magnetises chains of pins
lol