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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its good

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

wait what is that

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so an active mazelike process

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

really i want the internet

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

so the method has to be autonomous

Better Lift

have you read

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

all that is to say

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.