I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
we can only engage in such a way
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no longer writing in the third person
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Can I see
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
kind of mythopoesis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
all that is to say
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.