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.

2 (actually index). two is company

...

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

was it worth it

i love it here

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.

so an active mazelike process

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

which magnetises chains of pins

autonomy of learning

i really havent

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

like magnets

i understand

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

kind of mythopoesis

is this you as well

Pimlico Rats

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

lol

all that is to say

not their contents

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate