okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
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.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
magnetises a pin
like magnets
...
we can only engage in such a way
whats your name?
its good
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it