so at the end
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
so an active mazelike process
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
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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.
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
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.
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that looks like my instagram account
but i respect your search
or never left
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it