somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

all that is to say

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we can only engage in such a way

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

you have a beautiful account btw

but really the thing should be autonomous

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

brb i will read and reply sincerely

lol

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.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

its good

December 2025

that looks like my instagram account