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

I Write Goodbye Letter

i dont understand magnetisation

which magnetises chains of pins

bro i read nothing in my life

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

i have read not even 1 book

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

isaac newton

i love it here

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

no i haven't really read anything

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

abrar?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

like first name

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

I am below everything.

Pimlico Rats

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.