Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

god being the centre magnet

isaac

idk

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

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.

magnetises a pin

but i respect your search

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.

IWGD

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Today I felt like starting


stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

It Will Get Lighter

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

yeah

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Better Lift

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

fw

propensity within someone

...

Can I see

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.

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