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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
but i respect your search
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
currently
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
autonomy of learning