Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thank you, Jack

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Better Lift

its good

plato

that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

send link

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

thank you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

abrar?

Lift Analysis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i understand

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.

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

barren land

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.