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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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
you cannot feed someone truth
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
and the fake qualifier
wait what is that
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
hiding from the rain
that looks like my instagram account
but i respect your search
like first name
send link
its good
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.