there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no like which do people call me
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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
isaac newton
i want to do that too
fw
its good
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
and the fake qualifier
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yeah
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.
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i really havent
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
but i respect your search
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.