i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you cannot feed someone truth

no like which do people call me

but i respect your search

really i want the internet

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

you have a beautiful account btw

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

13, H, grate

Lift Analysis

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

not so on: yvf(wthw)

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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hiding from the rain