Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but i respect your search
really i want the internet
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
its good
that looks like my instagram account
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
Lift Analysis
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
but really the thing should be autonomous