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.


⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

bro i read nothing in my life


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

2 (actually index). two is company

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

the site i am dreaming

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

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

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

Thank you, Jack

was it worth it