this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Better Lift

i was tempted to lie about my name

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

abrar?

as in

lol

we can only engage in such a way

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thank you, Jack

you have a beautiful account btw