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.

Today I felt like starting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

I am below everything.

its performative

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

ahnaf abrar

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

abrar?

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

really i want the internet

ion

whats your name?

and the fake qualifier

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

your feed looks like my tumblr

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like first name

Thank you, Jack

feel you