much more tactility
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.all that is to say
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
so the method has to be autonomous
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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.
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.