with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i understand
i want to do that too
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Today I felt like starting
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
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thank you, Jack
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
all that is to say