so at the end
what do you think my name is
yeah
magnetises a pin
its good short few pages
ahnaf abrar
whats your name?
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
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i was tempted to lie about my name