but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
abrar?
I am below everything.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.thank you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
ion
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i see a website
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
like magnets
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
what do you mean
which magnetises chains of pins
but really the thing should be autonomous
and the fake qualifier
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
isaac
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.