yeah
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
whats your name?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ion
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
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
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
we can only engage in such a way
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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I am below everything.
much more tactility
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