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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i really havent

its good

i have read not even 1 book

so an active mazelike process

ahnaf abrar

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

was it worth it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

ion

send link

so the method has to be autonomous

have you read

that looks like my instagram account

...

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah

or never left

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

It Will Get Lighter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

"Put a blanket."

hiding from the rain