He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to
set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into
real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media,
both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story
a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling
something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever
but the thinking is useful