magnetisation/form
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good short few pages
barren land
ion
send your tumblr
your feed looks like my tumblr
send link
lol yea
wait what is that
whats your name?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
have you read
ahnaf abrar
its good
we need to be deconstructing our identities
like magnets
as in
its performative
Lift Analysis
you have a beautiful account btw
no like which do people call me
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
like first name
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate