somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

2 (actually index). two is company

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.


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


in a post. I want to be remembered

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Style

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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propensity within someone


you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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so the method has to be autonomous


you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Rain, starting


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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

all that is to say

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

Pimlico Rats

magnetises a pin

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