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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so at the end

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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.

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

yes

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

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Can I see

magnetisation/form

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

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life