He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
we need to be deconstructing our identities
the site i am dreaming
i was tempted to lie about my name
isaac
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i want to do that too
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
hiding from the rain
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me