like magnets

yeah

isaac

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

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Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

It Will Get Lighter

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Thank you, Jack

Can I see

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

whats your name?

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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