The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

i really havent

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetises a pin

i dont understand magnetisation

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

yeah

like first name

feel you

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

what do you think my name is

fw

i was tempted to lie about my name

no like which do people call me

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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

lol yea

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

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Thank you, Jack

like magnets

13, H, grate

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

hiding from the rain