was it worth it

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i want to do that too

what do you mean

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

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.

December 2025

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

feel you

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

not their contents

i love it here

god being the centre magnet

send your tumblr

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its good

i was tempted to lie about my name

is this you as well

send link

ion

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i see a website

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

yeah

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things