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.
so the method has to be autonomous
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
you have a beautiful account btw
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
hiding from the rain
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
magnetisation/form
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
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
its performative
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.