hiding from the rain
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i see a website
send link
god being the centre magnet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
or never left
what do you mean
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
its good
and the fake qualifier
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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.
whats your name?
lol
abrar?
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Thank you, Jack
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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41