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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

magnetisation/form

13, H, grate

so the method has to be autonomous

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet

not their contents

yes

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

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and the fake qualifier

what do you mean

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Today I felt like starting

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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

bro i read nothing in my life

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful