The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

hiding from the rain

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

we can only engage in such a way

it is hopeful

Rain, starting

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

lol yea

so the method has to be autonomous

no like which do people call me

i really havent

that looks like my instagram account

magnetises a pin

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i really havent

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.

i understand

currently