Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

so an active mazelike process

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

was it worth it

that looks like my instagram account

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

fw

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Lift Analysis

yeah

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

which magnetises chains of pins

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

isaac

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter