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

I Write Goodbye Letter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

but i respect your search

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.