kind of mythopoesis
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you have a beautiful account btw
was it worth it
yeah
plato
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
that looks like my instagram account
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
brb i will read and reply sincerely
its performative
idk
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i understand
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
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
much more tactility
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but really the thing should be autonomous
the site i am dreaming
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
isaac newton
whats your name?
Lift Analysis
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.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.