Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

fw

i love it here

no i haven't really read anything

its good

is everyoneback on tumblr now

magnetises a pin

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

its good

lol yea

whats your name?

send link

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

what do you mean

thank you

its good short few pages

i was tempted to lie about my name

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

which magnetises chains of pins

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

division of reality is straying away from it

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation