somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
and the fake qualifier
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
hello reader,
really i want the internet
have you read
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
all that is to say
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Better Lift
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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is this you as well
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
whats your name?
isaac newton