that looks like my instagram account
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.
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i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean
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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.
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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.
was it worth it
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
plato
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
hiding from the rain
sorry i am texting like a slav
Thank you, Jack
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
autonomy of learning
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos