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 love it here

It Will Get Lighter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

lol

Thank you, Jack

but really the thing should be autonomous

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

which magnetises chains of pins

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and the fake qualifier

fw

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

as in

barren land