i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

really i want the internet

you have a beautiful account btw

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

brb i will read and reply sincerely

bro i read nothing in my life

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

autonomy of learning

division of reality is straying away from it