The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
as in
Today I felt like starting
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
you have a beautiful account btw
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
propensity within someone
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
not their contents
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
its performative
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Better Lift
lol
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things