yes

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

its performative

so an active mazelike process

magnetisation/form

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

as in

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.

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.

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

Worse Lift

Thank you, Jack

its good short few pages

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