2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

isaac

i understand

hello reader,

god being the centre magnet

like magnets

i love it here

yeah

which magnetises chains of pins

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

sorry i am texting like a slav

I am below everything.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

plato

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.

Pimlico Rats

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

its good

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

no i haven't really read anything

much more tactility

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

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.

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

what do you mean