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'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

lol

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

...

whats your name?

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

send your tumblr

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

send link

like magnets

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you, Jack

Pimlico Rats

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we can only engage in such a way

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

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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me