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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.all that is to say
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
brb i will read and reply sincerely
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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i was tempted to lie about my name