like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

really i want the internet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

its performative

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


not their contents

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

as in

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

propensity within someone

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like first name

you have a beautiful account btw


something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf abrar

Rain, starting


Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

Better Lift

but i respect your search

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

13, H, grate