you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yes


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The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

I Write Goodbye Letter

magnetisation/form

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Pimlico Rats

idk


its good

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models


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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

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December 2025

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i was tempted to lie about my name