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.
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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
idk
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thank you, Jack
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
i dont understand magnetisation
not so on: yvf(wthw)
barren land