13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Better Lift

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

autonomy of learning

really i want the internet

Style

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

we can only engage in such a way

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

so the method has to be autonomous

this will be about a slug

i want to do that too

what do you think my name is

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.

and the fake qualifier

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.