to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

have you read

hello reader,

Thank you, Jack

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

bro i read nothing in my life

lol

and the fake qualifier

December 2025

no like which do people call me

was it worth it

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

not so on: yvf(wthw)

but i respect your search

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

which magnetises chains of pins

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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abrar?