i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i really havent

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

hello reader,

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.


not so on: yvf(wthw)

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.


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.

December 2025

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.

send link

was it worth it


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

Today I felt like starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

abrar?

hiding from the rain

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books




It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.