Thank you, Jack
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
which magnetises chains of pins
that looks like my instagram account
like magnets
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
something religious, a kind of complex,
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.but i respect your search
it is hopeful
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
you cannot feed someone truth
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
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.what do you mean
"Put a blanket."
isaac newton
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
abrar?
i understand
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i love it here
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak