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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

as in

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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i want to do that too

have you read

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no i haven't really read anything

wait what is that

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

ahnaf abrar

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.