there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

its performative

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

magnetisation/form

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i see a website

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

Rain, starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Worse Lift

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

really i want the internet

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


Style

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

or never left

fw