ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send your tumblr
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good
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
your feed looks like my tumblr
i dont understand magnetisation
feel you
barren land
fw
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
abrar?
like first name
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
lol yea
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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
plato
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.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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