Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
i love it here
its good
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
isaac newton
god being the centre magnet
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
it is hopeful
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
its good short few pages
autonomy of learning
lol
hiding from the rain
sorry i am texting like a slav
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.