As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Style

really i want the internet

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Today I felt like starting

lol

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

was it worth it

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

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

idk

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

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

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

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sorry i am texting like a slav

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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