Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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 like which do people call me

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i dont understand magnetisation

i have read not even 1 book

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol yea

you have a beautiful account btw

what do you mean

i was tempted to lie about my name

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

god being the centre magnet

magnetisation/form

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

its good

its good short few pages

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.

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

its performative