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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation/form

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

magnetises a pin

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.

Lift Analysis

kind of mythopoesis