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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
so the method has to be autonomous
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
but i respect your search
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
division of reality is straying away from it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"