division of reality is straying away from it

currently

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

autonomy of learning

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

13, H, grate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Style

not their contents

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

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

1

. way too specific.

all that is to say

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.

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.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

so an active mazelike process

not so on: yvf(wthw)

as in

propensity within someone

like first name

December 2025

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

it is hopeful