He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
so at the end
yeah
not their contents
you cannot feed someone truth
no like which do people call me
all that is to say
magnetisation/form
i really havent
division of reality is straying away from it
December 2025
wait what is that
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
kind of mythopoesis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
what do you think my name is
we need to be deconstructing our identities
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
brb i will read and reply sincerely
as in
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.