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

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

really i want the internet

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

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Rain, starting

Thank you, Jack

which magnetises chains of pins

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

your feed looks like my tumblr

Can I see

yeah

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then