Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

Worse Lift

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting


no longer writing in the third person

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.