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feel you

hiding from the rain

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.

kind of mythopoesis

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

i love it here

its good short few pages

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.

no i haven't really read anything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

thank you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw