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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Lift Analysis

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

brb i will read and reply sincerely

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i really havent

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

isaac newton

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

its good

no longer writing in the third person

i dont understand magnetisation

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities