a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
which magnetises chains of pins
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
propensity within someone
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
division of reality is straying away from it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
is this you as well
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
no like which do people call me
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
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
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.
thank you
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.
but i respect your search
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
feel you
i love it here
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
no longer writing in the third person