its performative

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

ion

its good short few pages

send link

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

lol


plato


He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

which magnetises chains of pins

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

barren land

isaac newton

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

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

really i want the internet

13, H, grate

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