Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only." 
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i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

IWGD

or never left

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

lol

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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

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.

Worse Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

autonomy of learning