I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

Style

brb i will read and reply sincerely

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

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

but i respect your search

god being the centre magnet

currently

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sorry i am texting like a slav

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

isaac

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

feel you

It Will Get Lighter

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.