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.
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.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
god being the centre magnet
you cannot feed someone truth
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its performative
so the method has to be autonomous
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
isaac newton
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.