They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

I Write Goodbye Letter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)