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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
as in
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
we can only engage in such a way
magnetisation/form
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
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
its performative
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
not their contents
bro i read nothing in my life
i love it here
its good short few pages
isaac
much more tactility
yes
which magnetises chains of pins