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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Thank you, Jack

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

its good

like magnets

13, H, grate

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

this will be about a slug

Slug

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

have you read

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i have read not even 1 book

i want to do that too

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

fw