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.

fw

sorry i am texting like a slav

not so on: yvf(wthw)

what do you mean

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

isaac newton

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

have you read

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

idk

barren land

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.