you cannot feed someone truth

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so at the end

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

bro i read nothing in my life

send link

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

isaac

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

no like which do people call me

its good

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

was it worth it

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

or never left

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

i really havent

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents