i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no longer writing in the third person
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
not their contents
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.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
i dont understand magnetisation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
plato
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
feel you
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you cannot feed someone truth
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book