i see a website
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
not their contents
i dont understand magnetisation
or never left
magnetises a pin
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
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
plato
plato
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
which magnetises chains of pins
yeah
i love it here
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
its good short few pages
sorry i am texting like a slav
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
like magnets
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
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.
hiding from the rain