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.

i really havent

what do you think my name is

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

and the fake qualifier

i want to do that too

lol

was it worth it

abrar?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

isaac

no like which do people call me

your feed looks like my tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

It Will Get Lighter

i dont understand magnetisation

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

no i haven't really read anything

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

god being the centre magnet

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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