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.

abrar?

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

its good short few pages

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

magnetises a pin

yeah