autonomy of learning

yes

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

was it worth it

was it worth it

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

bro i read nothing in my life

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

whats your name?

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

Can I see

send link

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

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.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin