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.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Better Lift
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.which magnetises chains of pins
December 2025
like magnets
was it worth it
so an active mazelike process
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
autonomy of learning
its good
propensity within someone
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos