somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Today I felt like starting
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
really i want the internet
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but i respect your search
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 23:18:46
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Better Lift
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
as in
not their contents
you cannot feed someone truth
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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.