its good

lol

isaac

your feed looks like my tumblr

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, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

2 (actually index). two is company

i really havent

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its performative

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

whats your name?

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

propensity within someone

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yes

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

...

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

plato

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!