a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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it is hopeful

bro i read nothing in my life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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its good

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I am below everything.

its good

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

no i haven't really read anything

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

isaac newton

thank you

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but i respect your search

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.

or never left

lol

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

lol yea