mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

whats your name?

hiding from the rain

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

plato

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

idk

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

isaac newton

Rain, starting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

Lift Analysis

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.