December 2025
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its good short few pages
isaac newton
what do you think my name is
its good
no i haven't really read anything
much more tactility
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
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.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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no like which do people call me
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
you have a beautiful account btw
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
division of reality is straying away from it
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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