I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Rain, starting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

but i respect your search

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

so at the end

Thank you, Jack

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

13, H, grate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.