He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

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

currently

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

It's

dusk

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

yes

Picture

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

Worse Lift

so the method has to be autonomous

I am below everything.

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

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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