feel you

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.

Style

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thank you, Jack

lol

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

all that is to say

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

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.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

I am below everything.

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