so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

we can only engage in such a way

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i really havent

no like which do people call me

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Better Lift

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

and the fake qualifier

i see a website

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Lift Analysis

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i understand

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

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.