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.

It Will Get Lighter

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

you cannot feed someone truth

I Write Goodbye Letter

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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

not their contents

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so at the end

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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magnetisation/form

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it