that looks like my instagram account

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.

yeah

hello reader,

i really havent

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

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sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

lol

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

bro i read nothing in my life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

...

feel you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

2 (actually index). two is company

lol yea

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i love it here