I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
propensity within someone
all that is to say
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so at the end
autonomy of learning
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"Put a blanket."
in a post. I want to be remembered