hello reader,

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

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Pimlico Rats

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

bro i read nothing in my life

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

i was tempted to lie about my name

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

its performative

hiding from the rain

as in

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

was it worth it

propensity within someone

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it