you cannot feed someone truth
so an active mazelike process
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
autonomy of learning
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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'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.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
or never left
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them