Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
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.
Thank you, Jack
like magnets
feel you
wait what is that
send link
was it worth it
like first name
i want to do that too
bro i read nothing in my life
i really havent
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
i was tempted to lie about my name
the site i am dreaming
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
hello reader,
all that is to say
we can only engage in such a way
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
or never left
really i want the internet