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

god being the centre magnet

Thank you, Jack

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

that looks like my instagram account


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

It Will Get Lighter


part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...


It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

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.

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49