this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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 was tempted to lie about my name

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Slug

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

like magnets