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.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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 really havent
December 2025
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
but i respect your search
Lift Analysis
and the fake qualifier
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
autonomy of learning
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext