There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

not their contents

much more tactility

magnetisation/form

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

thank you

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

its good

it is hopeful

barren land

is this you as well

we can only engage in such a way