sorry i am texting like a slav

like magnets

whats your name?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

this will be about a slug

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.

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.

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.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.