I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
currently
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
much more tactility
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
yeah
autonomy of learning
plato
all that is to say
its performative