division of reality is straying away from it

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i love it here

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

hello reader,

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

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

all that is to say

i was tempted to lie about my name

abrar?

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I Write Goodbye Letter

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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lol

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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.

i want to do that too

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

that looks like my instagram account