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.
division of reality is straying away from it
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
magnetisation/form
so the method has to be autonomous
as in
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
it is hopeful
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.
not their contents