Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
magnetises a pin
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i understand
lol
its good short few pages
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i have read not even 1 book
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
like magnets
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
which magnetises chains of pins
...
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
god being the centre magnet
is this you as well
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i love it here
isaac newton
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
no i haven't really read anything
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.
wait what is that
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate