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.
was it worth it
yeah
ion
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i dont understand magnetisation
like first name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
bro i read nothing in my life
no like which do people call me
or never left
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
and the fake qualifier
abrar?
barren land
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
was it worth it
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf abrar
Thank you, Jack
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.