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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
you have a beautiful account btw
so the method has to be autonomous
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Today I felt like starting
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
autonomy of learning
i was tempted to lie about my name
no longer writing in the third person
we need to be deconstructing our identities
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
no i haven't really read anything
currently
isaac
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time