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

currently

abrar?

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Slug

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

so the method has to be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

lol

fw

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

really i want the internet

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

brb i will read and reply sincerely