way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you cannot feed someone truth
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
in a post. I want to be remembered
I am below everything.
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
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
as in
bro i read nothing in my life
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no like which do people call me
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
abrar?
fw
yeah
bro i read nothing in my life