He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

kind of mythopoesis

much more tactility

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Better Lift

Pimlico Rats

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but i respect your search

not their contents

brb i will read and reply sincerely

2 (actually index). two is company