i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

autonomy of learning

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so the method has to be autonomous

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

It Will Get Lighter

ion

is everyoneback on tumblr now

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i have read not even 1 book

13, H, grate

idk

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

lol yea

It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

send link

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.