I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

as in

its performative

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

really i want the internet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so an active mazelike process

Rain, starting

much more tactility

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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so at the end

Pimlico Rats

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

propensity within someone

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

this will be about a slug

i really havent

ahnaf abrar

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.

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.

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