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.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

send your tumblr

its good short few pages

Thank you, Jack

what do you mean

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good

the site i am dreaming

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

and the fake qualifier

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

plato

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate