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.
like first name
yeah
i love it here
i understand
whats your name?
is everyoneback on tumblr now
send your tumblr
lol yea
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
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.
is this you as well
what do you mean
barren land
really i want the internet
thank you
isaac
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
plato
yeah
i dont understand magnetisation
its good short few pages
as in
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
or never left
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever