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

its performative

13, H, grate

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Picture

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

lol yea

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

is this you as well

bro i read nothing in my life

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Today I felt like starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

or never left

so the method has to be autonomous

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

was it worth it

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.

Thank you, Jack

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

abrar?