its performative
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
no longer writing in the third person
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Lift Analysis
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we can only engage in such a way
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i see a website
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
god being the centre magnet
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.