i really havent
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
but i respect your search
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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 am quite illiterate on producing technology
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
is this you as well
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
as in
ahnaf abrar
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thank you, Jack
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
like magnets
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
all that is to say
in a post. I want to be remembered
Lift Analysis
was it worth it
really i want the internet
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.