The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

yeah

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.

isaac newton

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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no i haven't really read anything

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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

13, H, grate

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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god being the centre magnet