We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
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
i really havent
i have read not even 1 book
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
thank you
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
and the fake qualifier
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
which magnetises chains of pins
feel you
I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
lol
propensity within someone
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50