It Will Get Lighter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

really i want the internet

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

division of reality is straying away from it

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

not their contents

Thank you, Jack

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Today I felt like starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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 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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.