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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
currently
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."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
division of reality is straying away from it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
idk
i was tempted to lie about my name
have you read
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i dont understand magnetisation
lol
its good
you have a beautiful account btw
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
send your tumblr
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful