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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
not their contents
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Better Lift
currently
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
barren land
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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isaac
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.
its performative