Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.thank you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
really i want the internet
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.
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.
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.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
as in
in a post. I want to be remembered
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
sorry i am texting like a slav
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
hello reader,
which magnetises chains of pins