kind of mythopoesis

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Today I felt like starting

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

its good short few pages

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous

not their contents


I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone truth

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

as in

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.