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.

division of reality is straying away from it

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"Put a blanket."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i understand

its good

or never left

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

lol

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

that looks like my instagram account

fw

ion

god being the centre magnet

idk

much more tactility

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

we can only engage in such a way

in a post. I want to be remembered

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

is this you as well

thank you

whats your name?

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

isaac newton