Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

so an active mazelike process

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Lift Analysis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

so at the end

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

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

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 Write Goodbye Letter

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

fw