a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
really i want the internet
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
propensity within someone
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
currently
isaac newton
have you read
its good short few pages
its performative
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
magnetisation/form
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
bro i read nothing in my life
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
it is hopeful