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.

barren land

have you read

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i dont understand magnetisation

bro i read nothing in my life

its good short few pages

i really havent

send your tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

what do you think my name is

not their contents

isaac

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

we can only engage in such a way

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

It Will Get Lighter

magnetises a pin

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

this will be about a slug

your feed looks like my tumblr

much more tactility

thank you