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.

i dont understand magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

feel you

lol

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

like first name

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

Can I see

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

ion

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

was it worth it

i really havent

i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

barren land

but really the thing should be autonomous

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk