a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

Slug

lol yea

fw

hello reader,

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

send your tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone truth

yeah

idk

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

so an active mazelike process

in a post. I want to be remembered

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

brb i will read and reply sincerely

lol

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Worse Lift

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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your feed looks like my tumblr

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

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.