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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

so an active mazelike process

Style

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

so the method has to be autonomous

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

but i respect your search

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

propensity within someone

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

much more tactility