2 (actually index). two is company

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

like magnets

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

which magnetises chains of pins

your feed looks like my tumblr

i want to do that too

no i haven't really read anything

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.


Better Lift

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.

Thank you, Jack

Worse Lift

is everyoneback on tumblr now

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

as in

like first name

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.

its good short few pages

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

autonomy of learning

ahnaf abrar

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

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

that looks like my instagram account