somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

no i haven't really read anything

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

is this you as well

It Will Get Lighter

the site i am dreaming

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-" 
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

isaac

i really havent

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

really i want the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

barren land

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their 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.

lol

magnetisation/form

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.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.