like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
you have a beautiful account btw
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
yes
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i have read not even 1 book
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in 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.
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