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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

really i want the internet

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

you cannot feed someone truth

i dont understand magnetisation

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

as in

idk

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents

that looks like my instagram account

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.

its good short few pages

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thank you, Jack