plato

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i dont understand magnetisation

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

that looks like my instagram account

lol

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

its good

was it worth it

no like which do people call me


I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

feel you

lol yea

Slug

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

like first name

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

...

yeah

idk

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

was it worth it