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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

really i want the internet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you have a beautiful account btw

plato

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

its good

ion

fw

barren land

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue