The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
not their contents
yes
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
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
division of reality is straying away from it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Lift Analysis
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i see a website
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
but i respect your search
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
we can only engage in such a way
December 2025