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.

plato

thank you

which magnetises chains of pins

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is this you as well

bro i read nothing in my life

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf abrar

ion

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

i have read not even 1 book

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 have a beautiful account btw

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

its good short few pages

barren land

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

that looks like my instagram account

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

December 2025

god being the centre magnet

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

have you read