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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
magnetisation/form
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
all that is to say
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
we can only engage in such a way
Today I felt like starting
division of reality is straying away from it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
...
Can I see
December 2025
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yes