Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
what do you think my name is
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no longer writing in the third person
its good short few pages
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
bro i read nothing in my life
you cannot feed someone truth
plato
like first name
no i haven't really read anything
its performative
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 people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god being the centre magnet
wait what is that
like magnets
magnetisation/form
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?