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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

really i want the internet

but i respect your search

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

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Lift Analysis

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere. 

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

so the method has to be autonomous

"Put a blanket."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

much more tactility

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.