The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

as in

we can only engage in such a way

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

Thank you, Jack

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

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so at the end

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

hiding from the rain

I am below everything.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

so an active mazelike process

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

really i want the internet

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

Today I felt like starting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

It Will Get Lighter