I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
Today I felt like starting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but i respect your search
all that is to say
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
not their contents
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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Better Lift
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you cannot feed someone truth
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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 distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.