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
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
lol
plato
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
but i respect your search
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
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.
really i want the internet
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
whats your name?
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
...
your feed looks like my tumblr
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
its performative