A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

it is hopeful

autonomy of learning

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Rain, starting

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

so at the end

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever