i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about 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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
magnetisation/form
your feed looks like my tumblr
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
no longer writing in the third person
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.