Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
isaac
send your tumblr
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.
or never left
i have read not even 1 book
lol yea
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
what do you mean
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.
hello reader,
isaac newton
sorry i am texting like a slav
not their contents
Can I see
abrar?
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
you cannot feed someone truth
its good
plato
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.