there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
which magnetises chains of pins
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
as in
your feed looks like my tumblr
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
so at the end
have you read
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.