There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous

kind of mythopoesis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

really i want the internet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

division of reality is straying away from it

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Better Lift

yes

all that is to say

not their contents

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

its performative

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

as in

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I Write Goodbye Letter

...


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.

Pimlico Rats

part of an old note. It will get lighter.