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autonomy of learning
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.
it is hopeful
i understand
we need to be deconstructing our identities
barren land
have you read
ahnaf abrar
its good
i was tempted to lie about my name
like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
feel you
what do you mean
fw
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thank you, Jack
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
I am below everything.
but i respect your search
i love it here