its good
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send your tumblr
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
or never left
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as in
have you read
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
is everyoneback on tumblr now
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
lol yea
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i love it here
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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.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i really havent
its good short few pages
it is hopeful
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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
so at the end
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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