i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
its performative
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
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Better Lift
not so on: yvf(wthw)
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
magnetises a pin
as in
Thank you, Jack
or never left
kind of mythopoesis