She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

much more tactility

Style

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos