i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
yes
so the method has to be autonomous
isaac
yeah
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
like magnets
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
really i want the internet
plato
barren land
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
whats your name?
i love it here
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
thank you
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.