i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

have you read

lol yea

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol

but i respect your search

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

propensity within someone

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

its performative

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i really havent

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

was it worth it

really i want the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

magnetisation/form