It Will Get Lighter

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Can I see

really i want the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

13, H, grate

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

you cannot feed someone truth

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.