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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
what do you think my name is
sorry i am texting like a slav
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
ahnaf abrar
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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 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
Thank you, Jack
which magnetises chains of pins
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
abrar?
send your tumblr
Thank you, Jack
i see a website
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books