sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
that looks like my instagram account
December 2025
send your tumblr
barren land
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
which magnetises chains of pins
Today I felt like starting
lol yea
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
thank you
feel you
so an active mazelike process
isaac
i really havent
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
its good
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The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
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.