Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
so an active mazelike process
hiding from the rain
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.
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.
we can only engage in such a way
yes
much more tactility
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
all that is to say
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything