magnetisation/form

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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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

as in

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Slug

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Thank you, Jack

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

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

what do you think my name is

idk


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

plato
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

2 (actually index). two is company

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content