i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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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.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter

hello reader,

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

it is hopeful

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form