all that is to say
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 stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
hello reader,
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
autonomy of learning
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i really havent
propensity within someone
as in
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its performative
i was tempted to lie about my name
magnetisation/form
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
ahnaf abrar
its good short few pages
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you