Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

...

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

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt