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

feel you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

really i want the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Better Lift

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

currently

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

Thank you, Jack

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Pimlico Rats

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.