December 2025

plato

what do you mean

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i have read not even 1 book

Thank you, Jack

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.

no i haven't really read anything

whats your name?

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

or never left

sorry i am texting like a slav

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

its good

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

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.

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

autonomy of learning

its performative

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

but i respect your search

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

you have a beautiful account btw

as in

like magnets