barren land

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton


isaac

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sorry i am texting like a slav

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

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

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. way too specific.

like magnets

was it worth it


its good short few pages

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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2 (actually index). two is company

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your feed looks like my tumblr

It Will Get Lighter