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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
isaac newton
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i want to do that too
its good short few pages
feel you
what do you think my name is
I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i understand
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
bro i read nothing in my life
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.