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.

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

but i respect your search

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

wait what is that

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

what do you think my name is

Pimlico Rats

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Rain, starting

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

like magnets