but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
you have a beautiful account btw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
what do you think my name is
Today I felt like starting
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
your feed looks like my tumblr
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
really i want the internet
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
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