its good short few pages

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

in a post. I want to be remembered

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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

so at the end

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

currently

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

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.

really i want the internet

its good

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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.

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.