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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

like magnets

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

much more tactility

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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