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.
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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
really i want the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
so an active mazelike process
December 2025
Lift Analysis
abrar?
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
division of reality is straying away from it
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i want to do that too
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
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
which magnetises chains of pins
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.