Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Better Lift
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
bro i read nothing in my life
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
all that is to say
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation