somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

and the fake qualifier

Picture

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Put a blanket."

it is hopeful

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

all that is to say

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i love it here

its good

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

not their contents