thank you

bro i read nothing in my life

2 (actually index). two is company

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

1

. way too specific.

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

no like which do people call me

what do you think my name is

division of reality is straying away from it

i understand

hello reader,

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Rain, starting

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

its good short few pages

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.

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this will be about a slug
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter