and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

hello reader,


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

2 (actually index). two is company

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

1

. way too specific.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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.

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03


He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

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.


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


Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15


not so on: yvf(wthw)

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