13, H, grate

much more tactility

IWGD

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

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

you cannot feed someone truth

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Better Lift

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Worse Lift

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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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

autonomy of learning

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

we can only engage in such a way

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

so the method has to be autonomous

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

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.

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.