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.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
idk
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf abrar
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
god being the centre magnet
is this you as well
feel you
is everyoneback on tumblr now
that looks like my instagram account
fw
lol yea
yeah
i dont understand magnetisation
which magnetises chains of pins
what do you think my name is
i was tempted to lie about my name
like first name
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
no like which do people call me
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
the site i am dreaming