you cannot feed someone truth

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good

idk

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

as in

lol yea


yeah

plato

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

yes

isaac newton

yeah

whats your name?

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i was tempted to lie about my name