a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.its performative
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but i respect your search
division of reality is straying away from it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
all that is to say
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
we can only engage in such a way
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
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.
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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Thank you, Jack
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15