not their contents

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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

you have a beautiful account btw

but i respect your search

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

propensity within someone

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

magnetisation/form

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

it is hopeful

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

you cannot feed someone truth

as in

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk