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

It's

dusk

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

and the fake qualifier

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

it is hopeful

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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

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

or never left

13, H, grate

as in

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

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Lift Analysis

magnetisation/form