i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
isaac
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
which magnetises chains of pins
in a post. I want to be remembered
Better Lift
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
sorry i am texting like a slav
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
like magnets
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
autonomy of learning
lol yea
so the method has to be autonomous
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
Thank you, Jack
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
kind of mythopoesis
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