Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

we can only engage in such a way

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

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.

wait what is that

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

like first name

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack

feel you

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

It Will Get Lighter

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

in a post. I want to be remembered

December 2025