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.

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

hello reader,

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

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Worse Lift

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

is everyoneback on tumblr now

bro i read nothing in my life

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

lol yea

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

feel you

Pimlico Rats

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

and the fake qualifier

currently

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.