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

fw

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website


I Write Goodbye Letter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Lift Analysis

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

Slug

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Rain, starting

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Worse Lift

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

that looks like my instagram account

this will be about a slug

your feed looks like my tumblr

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

wait what is that

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

i understand

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

i have read not even 1 book