it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac

i love it here

idk

plato

yeah

like first name

magnetises a pin

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

sorry i am texting like a slav

i dont understand magnetisation

...

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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

god being the centre magnet

the site i am dreaming

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

feel you

isaac newton

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

was it worth it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.