i see a website
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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
yes
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
autonomy of learning
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
whats your name?
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.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.