i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
it is hopeful
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
its performative
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
not their contents
you have a beautiful account btw
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
Better Lift
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Can I see
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
thank you
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
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.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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