a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i dont understand magnetisation
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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
wait what is that
i really havent
i have read not even 1 book
the site i am dreaming
ion
barren land
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
idk
plato
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i understand
yeah
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
which magnetises chains of pins
is this you as well
kind of mythopoesis
like first name