i understand

its good

feel you

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

...


i dont understand magnetisation


this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

whats your name?

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

you cannot feed someone truth

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

so the method has to be autonomous


somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter


I Write Goodbye Letter

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

not their contents

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

all that is to say

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Pimlico Rats

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak