i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

but i respect your search

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

brb i will read and reply sincerely

really i want the internet

as in

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

you cannot feed someone truth

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Can I see

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Today I felt like starting

it is hopeful

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.

It's

dusk

Better Lift

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

Style

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

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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.