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.
bro i read nothing in my life
what do you mean
yeah
and the fake qualifier
barren land
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
is everyoneback on tumblr now
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
its good
what do you think my name is
no like which do people call me
send your tumblr
or never left
was it worth it
feel you
and the fake qualifier
thank you
ahnaf abrar
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
like magnets
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.