There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so at the end

Lift Analysis

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

yeah

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

whats your name?

i want to do that too

It Will Get Lighter

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

ahnaf abrar

feel you

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

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.

...


its good

magnetises a pin

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

what do you mean

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i dont understand magnetisation

Better Lift

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

plato


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.