really i want the internet
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
yes
Thank you, Jack
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
kind of mythopoesis
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Better Lift
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
hiding from the rain
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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 imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.