its good
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
which magnetises chains of pins
lol
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.fw
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.
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything