Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
thank you
yeah
fw
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
which magnetises chains of pins
lol yea
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
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
no i haven't really read anything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that looks like my instagram account
December 2025
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
idk
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
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.
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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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Thank you, Jack
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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.
like magnets