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.

magnetises a pin

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

no like which do people call me

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

i have read not even 1 book

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

Pimlico Rats


lol

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

send your tumblr

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.


it is hopeful

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

I am below everything.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

not so on: yvf(wthw)

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever