idk
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
or never left
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
Can I see
Lift Analysis
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
really i want the internet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"Put a blanket."
Thank you, Jack
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
propensity within someone
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 only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book