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.
but i respect your search
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.as in
its performative
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.
Lift Analysis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
division of reality is straying away from it
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
sorry i am texting like a slav
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged