really i want the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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
"Put a blanket."
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
so an active mazelike process
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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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.
was it worth it
bro i read nothing in my life
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
and the fake qualifier