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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

i dont understand magnetisation

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

isaac

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

send link

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

ahnaf abrar

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

magnetises a pin

lol

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

was it worth it

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

and the fake qualifier

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


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life