brb i will read and reply sincerely

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

but i respect your search

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so at the end

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Style

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

plato

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

what do you mean

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

god being the centre magnet

like first name