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It Will Get Lighter

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

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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