As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

yeah

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

bro i read nothing in my life

plato

barren land

whats your name?

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

plato

isaac newton

i understand

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

idk

really i want the internet

fw

its good

like magnets

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Style

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

send your tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

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.