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.

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

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

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

kind of mythopoesis

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

bro i read nothing in my life

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Lift Analysis

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

as in

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

its good

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.