Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

not their contents

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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.

kind of mythopoesis

Picture

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

Lift Analysis

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-" 
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no longer writing in the third person

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

yeah

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