division of reality is straying away from it

isaac newton

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

hiding from the rain

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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.

"Put a blanket."

so an active mazelike process


we can only engage in such a way

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

yeah

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

and the fake qualifier

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

1

. way too specific.

magnetisation/form

so the method has to be autonomous

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

send your tumblr

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.

Better Lift

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

like magnets

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

was it worth it