okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak


"Put a blanket."

whats your name?

what do you mean

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

December 2025

Worse Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter


The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw



i really havent

the site i am dreaming

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

its good short few pages

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

its performative

magnetisation/form