i want to do that too

its good

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

i understand

or never left

i was tempted to lie about my name

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

and the fake qualifier

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

like first name

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

bro i read nothing in my life

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

i really havent

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yes

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

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.

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.