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I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
this will be about a slug

no i haven't really read anything

barren land

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

what do you mean

ion

your feed looks like my tumblr

December 2025

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

send link

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you think my name is

i love it here

i have read not even 1 book

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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.

Lift Analysis

not their contents

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

division of reality is straying away from it

so an active mazelike process

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

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting