Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
"Put a blanket."
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its good short few pages
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i love it here
i really havent
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yes
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
Lift Analysis
i dont understand magnetisation
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
like first name
no longer writing in the third person
ion
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos