something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

not their contents

Rain, starting

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

Worse Lift


hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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


2 (actually index). two is company

magnetisation/form

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.


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


It Will Get Lighter

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

so at the end

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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