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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i see a website

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Can I see

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

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation


i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.