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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
it is hopeful
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
magnetisation/form
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Lift Analysis
which magnetises chains of pins
no i haven't really read anything
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
was it worth it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
its good
ion
its good short few pages
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
brb i will read and reply sincerely