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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
not their contents
propensity within someone
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
you have a beautiful account btw
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
"Put a blanket."
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
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.
much more tactility
hello reader,
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.
all that is to say