feel you
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
send your tumblr
lol
or never left
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no like which do people call me
lol yea
i really havent
i dont understand magnetisation
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
sorry i am texting like a slav
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
its good
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr
i was tempted to lie about my name
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
wait what is that
what do you think my name is
yeah
idk
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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
brb i will read and reply sincerely
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
Lift Analysis
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.