think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

division of reality is straying away from it

you have a beautiful account btw

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

but really the thing should be autonomous

yes

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.