i really havent
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.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
plato
and the fake qualifier
that looks like my instagram account
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you cannot feed someone truth
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
whats your name?
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
like magnets
isaac
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
yeah
isaac newton
but i respect your search
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"