division of reality is straying away from it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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
not their contents
magnetisation/form
propensity within someone
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
i want to do that too
god being the centre magnet
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
abrar?
was it worth it
bro i read nothing in my life
yeah
no like which do people call me
like first name
idk
i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left
your feed looks like my tumblr
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i have read not even 1 book
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
whats your name?